Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
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{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 2}
"HOW COULD YOU LET ME DO THAT?" I yelled in the back office of Yemi's salon, she was barely awake still trying to brighten her under eyes and not throw up at the same time.
"Shhhh, keep your voice down I barely know what your talking about" Yemi yawned looking at Abim for context, "This!" Showing the photo of me happily grinding on the world-famous rapper.
"Woah Wande, you've really done it this time" Abim pinched at me and I swatted the hand from me.
"This is all her fault, I told her I wanted regular liquor"
"What were you drinking?"
"Palm wine" a loud sigh came from Abim.
"Yeah that's your fault Yemi" she sat in one of the chairs in her office.
"My fault? She said she wanted something sweet" Yemi shrugged her shoulders
"What do you remember from last night?" I inquired scrolling through my photos, "I remember getting some fine dude's number and taking the photos for your Instagram then everything else is a good kind of blank".
Groaning loudly I opened my phone and looked through the photos from last night, seeing a picture of my hand triggered a memory.
"Guys I think I flirted with Drake"
"Who wouldn't?" Yemi quipped blending some foundation into her skin.
"No like heavy" seeing the photo of my palm I gazed longer seeing a phone number along with his signature.
"You got his number" Abim jokingly gasped seeing my face go blank, "Call it" she pushed.
"Yewande stop being a pussy and call it" Yemi nudged, "fine" keeping the photo I went back and forth dialing the number.
Pressing the green bottom we all were quiet waiting for the call to be answered.
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~𝙰𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚢 '𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎' 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖𓅓
"You gotta try" Oliver spoke through a mic sitting in the audience, my long hiatus was over.
I ran out of excuses especially with things spraying out into the media. "Oliver it's harder up here than it is sitting down"
"You think it's fun watching over you?" He chuckled writing whatever onto his clipboard.
"Get off the stage the dancers need to practice" Future came beside Oliver stealing the mic, "You just wanna see some ass" flicking him off I pulled the earpiece from my ear.
